Fay Slimm.

Battle Lines.

 

Battle.

 

Settling mysterious glow on late 
sky\'s afternoon show

Phoebus hazily parts blown veils

on early twilight\'s face
by pushing her fading round bulk

between striated clouds.

 

Rays beat moon\'s rising attempts 
to end day and outpace

dying light\'s race by interference

when sun shines again

from behind each vestige of grey.

 

Desiring to taste more this defiant

spread of victorious

display as empty beach beckons
I drink shades of linked

battle between daylight and dark

as moon winks at stars
to bid blue goodbye in apt finalé 

then old Sol sinks.